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A Song that Needs to be Played Loud

By: forourjxms August 5, 2018August 5, 2018
30 Day Song Challengeeve ai, park hyo shinLeave a Comment on A Song that Needs to be Played Loud

“When you open the door, will there be a path for me to return home”

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#tbt: 2014 highlight

By: forourjxms October 19, 2017March 30, 2018
tbtkim sawol, mixer, park hyo shin, zhang zhen yueLeave a Comment on #tbt: 2014 highlight

Songs that ruled the music charts or snatched an award in 2014.

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Been sampling this Samdayeon infused with Jeju tangerine lately. Itโ€™s a fermented tea making it the same classification as a pu-erh but with none of the earthy flavor as itโ€™s matured in cedar barrels. Curious to try a version of this without tangerine to see what the fermented+cedar notes are like without the citrus. (Itโ€™s also my first Jeju tea!! thx @kimchijoe ๐Ÿ’•) Also featured in this photo: my motherโ€™s exquisite ๅ‰็‡’้…ฅ and pottery pieces from two diff seasons of throwing. โ˜บ๏ธ
In time, dress fear in memory, grief in the shutter, still your fingertips. // i blacked out my own old poetry and collaged txt and image around it. Teaching one last workshop at Cedarbrae this Saturday (workshop link in bio)! Come bind your stories together with me ๐Ÿ˜Œ
Iโ€™ve been a tired lil mushroom this month. grateful but sleepy. a dreaming funghi. ideas sporing. earthy blooms. #agaricusmetaphors ๐Ÿ„
Your lungs fill themselves, / blood and bone empty themselves / you balloon huge with joy, / radiant dream waking / breathe / then rise. // a poem started by someone else & finished by me. an exercise in transformative encounter. โ˜บ๏ธ // done two sessions with @tplcedarbraeyouth through @paperhouseoutreachโ€™s #XYZines and am overflowing with thoughts and feelings.
Been ruminating on the lay of the next year. What do I want? What can I achieve? What should I build? i have some ideas. ๐Ÿ˜Œ soon. very soon.
from Drawings for โ€œRadical Museologyโ€ by Dan Perjovschi ๐Ÿ˜Œ enjoyed these so much. Catch full highlights from @artinstitutechi in my Stories ๐Ÿšถ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ
once in a while. ๐Ÿ–ค
โ€œThe hue of a tropical languid night is called dream.โ€ Missed a week of ๅ–ฎ็จ Sunfish because the last week and this one are ridiculous. but hereโ€™s last weekโ€™s ๐Ÿ˜Œ

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// love this quiet moment - โ€œ๋‚œ ์ง€๊ธˆ ํ–‰๋ณตํ•ด ๊ทธ๋ž˜์„œ ๋ถˆ์•ˆํ•ด ํญํ’ ์ „ ๋ฐ”๋‹ค๋Š” ๋Š˜ ๊ณ ์š”ํ•˜๋‹ˆ๊นŒ ๋ถˆ์ด ๋ถ™์–ด ๋นจ๋ฆฌ ํƒ€๋ฉด ์•ˆ ๋˜์ž–์•„ - ์šฐ๋ฆฌ์˜ ์–ด๋ฆฐ ๋ฐค์„ ์ง€์ผœ์คฌ๋˜ ๊ทธ ๋น›์ผ ๊ฑฐ์•ผ ๋˜ ๋ณด๋Ÿฌ ๊ฐ€์žโ€ - ๋”ฐ๋“ฏํ•˜๊ฒŒ ํ•ด์ฃผ๋Š” ์˜ˆ์œ ๊ฐ€์‚ฌ๋“ค. how to let you know the warmth of these words. when they only exist in these words. ํ•œ ์–ธ์–ด์˜ ๋‚ญ๋งŒ์€ ์–ด๋–ค ์–ธ์–ด๊ฐ€ ์—ด์‹ฌํžˆ ๋…ธ๋ ฅ์„ ํ•ด๋„ ์ ˆ๋Œ€ ์ดํ•ดํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์—†๋‹ค.
// traces, emblems, remnants. ... โ€œ๊ทธ๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ์‚ฌ๋ผ์ ธ ๊ฐ€๋Š”๋ฐ ์•„๋ฌด๊ฒƒ๋„ ํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์—†์—ˆ๋„ค i couldnโ€™t do anything even if they were disappearing ์žŠ์„ ์ˆ˜ ์—†์„ ๊ฒƒ๋งŒ ๊ฐ™๋˜ ์ˆœ๊ฐ„๋„ ํฌ๋ฏธํ•ด์ ธ ๊ฐ”์–ด even those moments i thought i will never forget are fading away ์˜์›ํžˆ ๋ณ€ํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š๋Š”๊ฑด ์„ธ์ƒ ์–ด๋””์—๋„ ์—†์—ˆ์ง€ there was nothing in this world that never changed ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ์žŠ์„ ์ˆ˜ ์—†๋Š”๊ฒŒ ์–ด๋”˜๊ฐ€ ๋‚จ์•„ ์žˆ์„๊ฑฐ์•ผ but somewhere what you canโ€™t forget will remainโ€ - ์–ธ๋‹ˆ๋„ค ์ด๋ฐœ๊ด€ โ€œ์‚ฐ๋“ค์‚ฐ๋“คโ€ ... still sad they disbanded.
// (summer) days gone by. ์‹ ๊ฒฝ์“ฐ์˜€๋˜ ๋งŽ์ด ์ง€์ณค๋˜ ํ•„์š”ํ–ˆ๋˜ ํ•˜๋ฃจ. ์›ƒ์Œ์œผ๋กœ ๋ณด๋‚ด ๋ฒ„๋ฆฌ๊ณ , ๊ธฐ์–ต์œผ๋กœ ๋‚จ๊ฒจ ๋ฒ„๋ฆฐ๋‹ค. ... โ€œํฐ ์ˆจ์„ ๋‚ด์‰ฌ๊ณ  ํŽธํ•ด์ ธ ๋ณด๋ ค ํ•ด๋„ ๋„Œ ์—ฌ์ „ํžˆ ์ข€ ๋‹ต๋‹ตํ•ด ๊ทธ๋ž˜ ๋ณด์—ฌโ€ - ๋””์–ด ํด๋ผ์šฐ๋“œ โ€œwallflowersโ€ [MY DEAR, MY LOVER] ... looking closely, this album holds so much. it hurts my heart.
// snippets. ์–ด์ œ๋ฅผ ์‚ด์•„๋ดค๋‹ค๊ณ  ์˜ค๋Š˜๋„ ์•„๋Š”๊ฒŒ ์•„๋‹ˆ๋‹ˆ๊น. - 1) scenes of korea: hanok village by an artist who told me comforting words when everyone questioned my choices; my dream place for a break by an artist who came here for the first time; familiar landscapes by me. - 2) two years of promise that finally came true. holding my biggest burden and my dearest love. - 3) learning the beauty of our hands with @ladyailyn, molding earth, building strength with air and water. recognizing imperfections and anticipations. and remembering to breathe. - ์ฒœ์ฒœํžˆ. ์ˆจ ํฌ๊ฒŒ ์‰ฌ๊ณ . ์ฐจ๊ทผ์ฐจ๊ทผ.
// this summer. - โ€ข ์ƒ๊ฐ์ด ๋งŽ์•„์ง€๋ฉด ๋งŒ๋“ค๊ณ  ์“ฐ๊ณ  ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์ด ํž˜๋“ค์–ด์ง„๋‹ค. ๋ช‡๋…„๋™์•ˆ ์‹œ๊ฐ„ ๋‚ญ๋น„๋ผ๋Š” ๋“œ๋ผ๋งˆ๋Š” ๋ฐ”์œ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ์˜ ํœด์‹์„ ์œ„ํ•œ ํ•„์ˆ˜ํ’ˆ์ด ๋˜์—ˆ๋‹ค. โ€ข ์šฐ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ์ˆ˜ ๋งŽ์€ ๊ฐ์ •์„ ๊พน๊พน ๋ˆŒ๋Ÿฌ ์ฐธ๊ณ  ์‚ฐ๋‹ค. ๋ˆ„๊ตฌ๋‚˜ ๊ฐ€์กฑ์— ๋Œ€ํ•œ ์•„ํ””์ด ์žˆ๋‹ค. โ€ข ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ์œ„ํ•œ ๋ˆ„๊ตฐ๊ฐ€์˜ ๊ท€ ํ•˜๋‚˜๋งŒ ์žˆ์–ด๋„ ์œ„๋กœ๊ฐ€ ๋œ๋‹ค. ์นœ๊ตฌ๋“คํ•œํ…Œ ๊ทธ ํ•˜๋‚˜์˜ ๊ท€๊ฐ€ ๋˜์ž. โ€ข ๋‹ต๋‹ตํ•œ ๋งˆ์Œ์€ ์†”์งํ•˜์ง€ ๋ชปํ•ด์„œ๋‹ค. ์ œ์ผ ํž˜๋“ ๊ฑด ๋‚˜์˜ ์ง„์‹ฌ์„ ๊นจ๋‹ซ๊ณ  ๋‚˜ํ•œํ…Œ ์†”์งํ•ด์ง€๋Š” ๊ฑฐ๋‹ค. โ€ข ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์„ ๋งŽ์ด ๋งŒ๋‚˜๊ณ  ํ•œ ๋ฒˆ์ฏค์€ ์šธ์–ด์•ผ์ง€ ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ํ•„์š”ํ•œ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์ด ๋ˆ„๊ตฐ์ง€ ์•Œ๊ฒŒ๋œ๋‹ค. โ€ข ๋ชธ์„ ์—ด์‹ฌํžˆ ์ฑ™๊ธฐ๋ฉด ํ‰์ƒ๊ฐˆ๊ฒƒ๊ฐ™์€ ๋‘ํ†ต๋„ ์‚ฌ๋ผ์ง„๋‹ค. ์ด์ œ ์–ด๋ฆฌ๋‹ค๋Š”๊ฑด ํ•‘๊ณ„ ๋ฟ์ด๋‹ค. ์ง„์งœ ์ข€ ์‹ ๊ฒฝ ์จ์•ผ์ง€. - i need to practice writing more in english. or feeling more comfortable with the language, despite being more fluent in it. but also this wonโ€™t convey what i want if i wrote in english. - 1) watching my friendโ€™s film during work break. 2) walking somewhere. 3) chilling at the park after eating so much. 4) driving somewhere. - ์ž ๊น ์‰ฌ๊ณ  ๊ฐˆ๊ฒŒ์š”.
this summer. - โ€œํž˜๋“ค๋‹ค๊ณ  ์ƒ๊ฐํ•  ๋•Œ, ํ•œ๋ฐœ์ž๊ตญ ๋” ๋‚˜๊ฐ€์•ผ ๋œ๋‹คโ€ ๋งˆ์น˜ ์ง€๊ธˆ ๋‚˜ํ•œํ…Œ ํ•˜๋Š” ๋ง ๊ฐ™์•˜๋‹ค. - photo by jing.
// from summer twenty sixteen - โ€œ๋ชจ๋‘๋“ค ์ž์‹ ์„ ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ ๋Œ๋ณด๋ฉฐ ์‚ด์•„๊ฐ€๊ณ  ์žˆ๋Š” ๊ฑธ๊นŒ.โ€ from ์ด๋ž‘โ€™s [๋Œ€์ฒด ๋ญํ•˜์ž๋Š” ์ธ๊ฐ„์ธ์ง€ ์‹ถ์—ˆ๋‹ค] - ํž˜๋“ค๊ณ  ํ”ผ๊ณคํ•˜๊ณ  ๋‚˜๋„ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ฒŒ ๋ˆˆ๋ฌผ์ด ํ๋ฅด๊ณ  ์งœ์ฆ์ด๋‚˜๊ณ  ํ™”๋‚ ๋•Œ ๋‹ค๋“ค ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ ์ž์‹ ์„ ๋ณด์‚ดํ”ผ๋‚˜ - ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ์ฑ™๊ฒจ์คฌ๋˜ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์„ ๋– ๋‚˜๋ณด๋‚ด๋ฉด ๋‚˜๋Š” ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ ํ•˜๋‚˜
roaming around the city in the heat with no particular destination other than finding good lemonade. because jasmine spoiled us with good lemonade in singapore. - also on that day, i became a flower. ่Šฑ, ้ผป, ํ•˜๋‚˜
first morning of a short escape from work was being on a work conference call at a pretty cafe with cold cucumber soup. - ์–ด๋””๋กœ ์—ฌํ–‰์„ ๊ฐ€๋“  ๋กœ์ปฌ ์ธ๋””์นดํŽ˜๋Š” ๋‹น์—ฐํ•œ ์ผ์ •์ด๋‹ค. ๋‚˜์˜ ๋ฏธ๋ž˜์˜ ์นดํŽ˜๋ฅผ ์ƒ์ƒํ•˜๋ฉฐ, ๋‚˜๋Š” ์‚ฌ๋žŒ๋“ค์ด ํŽธํžˆ ์‰ฌ๊ณ  ์ผํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๋Š”, ๊ทธ๋ฆผ๊ณผ ์‹๋ฌผ๋“ค๋กœ ๊พธ๋ฉฐ์ง„, ์˜ค์ด ๋“ค์–ด๊ฐ„ ์Œ์‹์€ 1๋„ ์—†๋Š” ์นดํŽ˜๋ฅผ ๊ฟˆ๊พผ๋‹ค. - photo @ayebbey
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